I baked Sunday night. No surprise to many, I am sure. Continue reading
My daughter sleeps in my arms. I sit in the in the timeless modern rocking chair from my infancy, singing Leaving on a Jet Plane and Hebrew folk songs from my childhood. Continue reading
The invitation went out today. Continue reading
Vashti – she was, you know, the queen who was thrown out – because she said no.
What do we know of her?
Not much. Continue reading